Oh, My Lovely Flower

• Nazafah Mostofa, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2022

The loveliest flower there, they said
They watered her so she grew
She grew and she grew
Till she could bear no more
She looked above only to see the birds free
Flying around the butterflies and the bees
They held her roots till she could bear no more
Controlling every movement, what was it for?
What a beauty she was, so colourful and bright
Oh, she really was such a pleasing sight
If only they knew what tragic they caused inside
Perhaps then she would still be beaming with light